Its the little things,
The endless chances to get it right
It seems you are speaking a different language
The most intimate parts of me bravely revealed to you
Sweet words and loving touches every thought put into your elevation to feel all that you are and the hope of whst you could be
Countered with such mundane and casual gestures eyes never inclined to meet mine the audacity that i might need to see the sincerity in it. Your kind of love inevitably leaves me feeling flat.
predictable tricks. No interest in my details. You ask no questions
And expect me to follow suit.
Your love language sucks
I wanted something special above the rest,
But the truth is it's ornery. And im still waiting for that defining moment where you declare im worth it and you font vae who knows it and that you want me to actually feel it. And i do. It just leaves me feeling flat.